Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,205
understanding, all at once. And those eyes—the calculating brown that hadn’t missed a thing in every shot, that directed with effortless skill and intelligence.
“You were really good,” he’d said, coasting to my side and looking me up and down. He’d completely ignored the other actresses. “I think you’d play a murderous Lucy Larson.”
I’d kept my head straight, and heart full of business. “Thank you very much, Mr. Carlton. That means a lot.”
He’d smiled, showing white perfect teeth and a dimple in his strong chin. “Please, I have a feeling we’ll be working a lot together. Call me Felix.”
I jumped as Cas slammed a fist against the door. “Lace? You can’t hide in there all night. We now have a room full of sugar and alcohol, but I personally guarantee I’m not going to enjoy them nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy you.”
I shook my head, shoving all thoughts of Felix Carlton from my mind.
Pointing a finger at my reflection, I murmured, “Don’t let this ruin you. Take what he gives you and don’t look for more. One-night—remember that.”
Please don’t let me get hurt.
Turning to leave the bathroom, I noticed another terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door. There were no toiletries other than the hotel-supplied shampoo and body lotion, and the only sign of Cas’s existence was blood on a hand towel and crimson tissues in the metal basket.
How badly had he been injured when he returned from wherever he fought? Who was there to make sure he opened his eyes and survived after losing?
I doubt he’s ever lost.
The memory of the way he moved when we first met—that cold calculation of knowledge that he punched life in its face and won, sent awe filling my heart. To have that confidence…
“I’m counting to three. If I have to come in there, the first time will be for my pleasure not yours. But, hell, you might actually like that.”
My stomach flipped.
His finger tapped on the door. “One…”
Shit!
Grabbing the spare robe, I shrugged into the thick comfort, and belted it against my Agent Provocateur underwear.
What are you doing, Saff?
No amount of clothing would save me—just added more of an incentive to strip me as quickly as possible.
“Two…” Cas growled.
“Thr—”
I wrenched the door open before he finished. He paused, hand raised. His eyes fell to my hidden body, a laugh tumbling from his mouth. “Fuck, I didn’t think I’d find you any hotter, but damn, woman, I think I just came.”
My eyes flared. “What?”
He wrapped an arm around me, moulding me to his chest. With one hand, he grabbed mine, and with no foreplay whatsoever, wrapped my fingers around his cock. It didn’t matter it remained hidden—barely—by his dressing gown, or that the material was thick and hid the silky heat of him—my core detonated with tiny sparks.
“You’re trying to hide what I already know is under there. It makes me fucking hard.” The agony in his voice couldn’t hide behind lust. He was honestly in pain with need.
Fisting my blonde hair, he tipped my head back, forcing himself into my hand. “Like what you feel?”
His lips landed on mine before I could reply, kissing me hard, possessively—so damn thoroughly, I couldn’t breathe.
He thrust into my palm.
My fingers tightened around his erection. “Yes, I do like what I feel.” My voice turned breathy. “A lot.”
He groaned, kissing me harder, forcing my mouth wider. I submitted to his control, moaning as his hands roamed, fingers digging into my skin.
Yanking me from the bathroom, he trapped me against the wall again. His breathing stuttered and tripped. “I like what I see—” His fingers tugged my belt, undoing it with one pull. The gown gaped, revealing the black and silver lace of my bra. “I love the shadows of your nipples through this material.” His neck bent; I cried out as his mouth settled hot and fierce around the throbbing bud. His tongue swirled, drenching the bra in saliva and need.
My heart plummeted off a cliff as he pushed aside the remainder of the gown, nudging my legs apart with his knee. “And I love the glimpse of your cunt through these delicious panties.” His strong fingers cupped me boldly, holding me as if I belonged to him.
Which I did, in that moment. Utterly his.
Wetness melted faster and faster. He didn’t move or stroke, just held me as I trembled in his grip. “I can feel your heat. Fuck, I want to be inside you.”